THE PORTLAND TRANSCRIPT, May 4, 1898

                                       PORTLAND-OLD AND NEW
                                          No. 10.-"Squire Morgan

          Old Squire Morgan is remembered by the old residents of Portland, a a small
     man who wore a very long cloak, felt hat with the brim turned down, and goggles
     when on the street.  In the house he wore a shade over his eyes. He had good
     features, but few people knew his face, as they had only seen him walking slowly
     along the street, speaking to nobody. He was an intelligent, but an eccentric man.
          Jonathan Morgan was born in Brimfield, Mass., in 1788 and graduated from
     the Union College in 1803.  He studies law and removed to Portland in 1820,
     where he published several books. He was an inventor but never invented any-
     thing of benefit to himself. He invented a cylinder stove and coffee mill and other
     appliances
          When I was a boy, I used to see him at the Elm House sitting by the stove warming
     himself. At about eleven o'clock he would start for his lonely room.. He lived by
     himself, and in his last years he had a room on Cross Street where he died alone, in
     November, 1971, at the great age of 93 years and 8 months.
        Colesworthy wrote:
     There's old Squire Morgan!" Arthur cries,
          As bending 'neath the weight of years
     The pilgrim plods along, His eyes
          Are weak and dim, and dull his ears.
     The cloak for half a century
          Had done him service with the strap
     He buttons round. It seem to me
          He always wore the same gray cap.
     He's so peculiar, odd and queer,
          He find but few associates.
     His little chamber in the rear
          Of Huckler's Row, a neighbor states,
     Is filled with model pumps and mills
          His ingenuity has made;
     And half his drawers are lined with pills-
          He never calls the doctor's aid.
     With all his love of oddity,
          The patriarch has a generous heart,
     And on the street is always free
         His treasured knowledge to impart.
    As he the power of want has known,
         His sympathy is with the poor;
     Good men he loves, but hates a drone,
         And shuts the sniveler from his door."